Tell us how you really feel

I was corrected by an Argentine because I
referred to the Malvinas (as she called them)
as the Falklands.  But these signs in
Port Stanley, the capital, make it very clear
(and so did the locals I spoke with) just
how the people who live there feel—British
through and through.

[To see more signs, go here.]

ABC Wednesday—U is for "Uruguay"

This wonderfully wabi-sabi building is
in the Ciudad Viejo, in Montevideo.
Only got to spend a couple of days here,
but the Old City was charming, the
people too—and we ate some 
gooood food.  

[To see more ABC posts, go here.]

uphill

I learned quite a few things while I was on my trip to
Antarctica (and I'm just posting this now due
to welcome-home computer issues).  One of the things
I learned is that you can go almost anywhere if 
you just have sticks—including to the top of a  
snowy, icy, very high hill (though going down that hill
was actually harder than going up).  

[Linking back to Ruby Tuesday
and Our World Tuesday.]

See you in November

I've borrowed this photo of Recoleta Cemetery
from my daughter Lila.  She took it
a few years ago when she was in Buenos Aires,
where I've been this past week.
Now I'm in Montevideo, and tonight I'm going
to board a ship and head south, where
there will be only the sketchiest Internet connection—
or, more likely, none whatsoever.
I'll be home and blogging again on Nov. 28.  
Please come back then; I'm hoping to
have a whole lot of pictures to share with you. 

[Linking back to Shadow Shot Sunday.]

The Weekend in Black and White

At my favorite Paris restaurant: Circonstances.
We were saying goodnight to Franck and Karin, the
very talented owners of this place—and I
noticed that they were ready to pour the wine
for the next day's lucky customers.

[To see more b/w images, visit
Dragonstar's meme.]

Weekend Reflections

This is the Pavillon du Lac, in the Parc de Bercy,
which I visited for the first time on my
recent visit to Paris.  It's worth traveling to
the outer arrondissements—where I never went
when I lived there long ago, because it
was considered too dangerous.  A whole lot
has changed in a half century (!).

[To see more Weekend Reflections, visit James's meme.]

signs, signs

This sign is across the street from the 
Eddy Varekamp Gallery.  You can find reasonably
priced linocut and stencil prints at this
Amsterdam shop—a great gift or souvenir.

[To see more signs, go here.]